Sorry (Elizabeth's POV)

AN: After James dies, the film sort of just forgets about him. I wrote this as how I'd imagine Elizabeth to feel after his death. Please Review!

I took your hand but you slipped away before I had a chance to stop you. You died for me.

But you left me alone, with nothing but darkness for company. The oceans took your soul and buried your body, leaving me to carry on with life as though it never happened. But it did, and I can't forget it.

Your green eyes boring into me like fire, for you knew what was to come, didn't you James?

I turned down your proposal all those years ago; I thought it was the right thing to do at the time.

But I'm beginning to think differently now Will is dead.

I have no one; even little Will has gone now.

Sometimes at night, I pretend you're sleeping next to me.

I don't open my eyes because your absence is too painful.

I still have the engagement ring you gave me that night on the Dauntless; the emerald is the same colour as your eyes.

You were too much of a gentleman to take it back once the engagement was broken.

That was your biggest fault, James, ever a man of propriety.

You revealed no emotion, just as a good naval commander should.

You never went against the rules, not for a second.

Until you let Jack escape, because he was my friend.

It was a glimmer of the man beneath that cold iron exterior, a man with a heart.

But it was only a glimmer, James; you had so much more to offer.

If only you'd shown it.

You are remembered by everyone but me as a military officer.

Can you blame them? They didn't know the other side of you that I knew.

And then there was the business with the heart.

After you were demoted, you became a penniless drunk, you became dark and ruthless; a shadow of your former grand self.

For weeks after your resignation no one heard of your whereabouts, I worried for you, but I was too happy with Will to care much about your welfare.

Looking back on it, I realise how selfish and uncaring I had been towards you.

But there is no way to apologise now.

It is a guilt I will have to live with for the rest of my life.

So you gave the heart to Beckett, you got your life back.

Or so you thought.

You gave him the heart, dooming so many; my father, even Beckett.

And yourself.

You didn't see it coming, did you James?

Not before it was too late anyway.

Some say you were asking for it.

But no one asks to die.

You chose the right side in the end and I'm proud of you for that.

But I'll still never get to say those four words.

Instead I can only comfort myself with tears.

I'm so sorry James.